“His real name is Castillo, Clemens,” the President answered for him. “Or maybe his real name is Goldfinger, or whatever Mulligan’s rocket scientist said. As to his involvement in what’s going on, he’s up to his ears in it. He probably thinks President Montvale will make him director of National Intelligence. Or secretary of Defense.
“But back to my original thought. Do you agree, Mulligan, that your man, who looks to me like he has a strong back, takes orders, and can keep his mouth shut, would be useful to us?”
“Yes, I do, Mr. President.”
“Well, then, get him back in here. And see if Schmidt is out there.”
“Director Schmidt is out there, Mr. President,” Mulligan replied. “I saw him just now. You want him to come in?”
“When I’m through with Dumbo,” the President said.
“Yes, Mr. President?” Special Agent Douglas said.
“Your first name is Mark, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you mind if I called you that?”
“I’d be honored, Mr. President, sir.”
“Well, Mark, Supervisory Special Agent Mulligan tells me that he’s had his eye on you for some time, and Mr. McCarthy agrees with me that you did a fine job today, showing high intelligence, discretion, and perseverance.”
Special Agent Douglas’s face colored.
“And we need someone with those characteristics around here, right around me,” Clendennen said. “The first thing I require of people in my intimate circle, Mark, is loyalty. Or, phrased another way, I absolutely cannot stand disloyalty. You can have the other things I mentioned, but if loyalty is not your strong point. .”
“I can understand that, Mr. President,” Douglas said.
“Supervisory Special Agent Mulligan tells me he thinks you have that loyalty, understand the need for it. So I’m going to take a chance on you.”
“Yes, sir?”
“From this moment, Mark, you are relieved of all your normal duties. You will be reporting directly to Supervisory Special Agent Mulligan, who will explain to you what your duties will be. Now-and this is important, Mark-for a number of reasons we want to keep your special assignment from becoming public knowledge. I’m sure you can understand that.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”
Clendennen rose and offered Douglas his hand.
“Welcome aboard, Mark. We all expect great things from you.”
“I will try my best, Mr. President. Thank you, Mr. President.”
“Okay, Mark. You can wait for Mr. Mulligan in the outer office. And while you’re out there, you can tell Mr. Schmidt he can come in.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. President,” FBI Director Mark Schmidt said.
“Did you see those people standing with Colonel Castillo at Arlington?” the President asked without any preliminaries.
“The ones who looked like they just might be Special Forces, maybe even Delta or Gray Fox?” Schmidt replied smiling. “Yes, I did, Mr. President.”
“And did you see them insult their Commander in Chief by getting in their limousines and driving off before I had finished-hell, before I had started to make my remarks?”
“No, sir, I’m afraid I didn’t.”
“Tell him, Clemens,” the President said.
“They got into their limousines and left before the President had a chance to even begin his remarks,” the press secretary said.
“Mr. President, I just don’t think it was an intentional insult. I can’t believe they’d knowingly, much less purposefully. .”
“There’s a good deal going on here, Mr. Director, that you’d have trouble believing if I told you. They went from the cemetery to the Mayflower, where a couple of minutes ago, they were in suite. . what did Dumbo say the room number was, Mulligan?”
“Ten-oh-two, Mr. President.”
“What I want you to do, Mr. Director, is get a team of your people over there, right now, with cameras. Movie cameras would be better, but if that can’t be arranged on such short notice, the regular kind will have to do. Try not to be seen of course. I want a picture of every last one of those sonsofbitches. I want each picture to show when and where it was taken in such form that will stand up in court. And of course I want to have each of them identified. Name, rank, serial number, where they’re assigned.”
Schmidt looked at him in disbelief.
“Mr. President, may I respectfully suggest that you may be overreacting?”
“I don’t want to argue with you about this, Mr. Director. What I want you to do is say, ‘Yes, sir,’ then do what I tell you to do.”
“Yes, sir,” Schmidt said.
“And when you have assembled all these photographs and the information, I want you to personally bring them here and give them to Mulligan.”
“I’ll get right on it, Mr. President,” Schmidt said.
“And I don’t want this spread all over the J. Edgar Hoover building. I don’t want anybody who is not directly involved to know anything about it. Got it?”
“Yes, Mr. President,” Schmidt said.
“Now, what have you done about El Paso? Did you place the advertisement those people asked for?”
“The FBI has a very good man in El Paso, Mr. President,” Schmidt said. “The SAC-”
“The what?”
“The special agent in charge, Mr. President. His name is William Johnson. He’s the man who intercepted the second message to General McNab-”
“And instead of sending it to Washington, sent it to McNab. I didn’t see it until the next day. I don’t want that to happen again, Mr. Schmidt.”
There was a brief hesitation before Schmidt went on: “SAC Johnson placed the classified advertisement in El Diario de El Paso, the Spanish language newspaper-”
“Did you hear what I said about wanting any messages addressed to General McNab that the FBI discovers to be sent to me, immediately?”
“Mr. President, what I can do, should another FedEx or UPS envelope addressed to General McNab be uncovered, is immediately photocopy the envelope and its contents and send those to you.”
“I don’t want copies. I want the real thing.”
“Mr. President, there is no provision in the law permitting that.”
“Well, you and Attorney General Crenshaw are clever people. . in his case, maybe a little too clever. . and I’m sure you’ll be able to find a provision.”
Schmidt did not reply, having decided he was going to drop this in the lap of Attorney General Crenshaw and let him deal with it.
He went on: “What SAC Johnson also did, Mr. President, is investigate the post office box-P.O. Box 2333-mentioned in the kidnapper’s first message. When he learned that it had not been rented, he rented it.
“It’s possible the kidnappers knew that Box 2333 had been rented. He’s looking into that. . which postal employees would have knowledge of that. Perhaps the kidnappers intend to send further communications to P.O. Box 2333. On the other hand, it may be just a coincidence.”
“Whatever means these people use to communicate with us, I want to see whatever they send immediately. You understand that?”
Schmidt nodded. “Yes, Mr. President.”
“I intend to get this Colonel Ferris back, and I have no intention of letting anyone get in my way, whether through stupidity or ineptness. Or anything else.”
“Yes, Mr. President,” Schmidt said.
“That will be all. Thank you.”
The President turned to Mulligan.
“Just as soon as the director has gone, get the secretary of Defense on the phone.”
FOUR
Office of the Commanding General U.S. Special Operations Command Fort Bragg, North Carolina 1515 15 April 2007
When the red telephone on his desk buzzed and a red LED on it began to flash, Lieutenant General Bruce J. McNab put his hand on it.
“I wonder what message General Naylor is about to relay to me from the Deity,” he said to Colonel Max Caruthers, and then he pushed the LOUDSPEAKER button before picking up the handset and putting it to his ear.